Why Do I Mistrust People?

I'd not cry without any reason, I do long for someone with passion, To touch me and carry me to their bosom, Look at me with love for I moan, After the long shout and screech, No one care to attend, I give up hope and start to mistrust, No one understand the pain, That I endure and suffer, At the age of one month, Until the age of eighteen months, emotional grooming is done in the brain, The wrong signals sent by the wrong caretakers, I do start to mistrust all around me, I do have the doubt at every action, As the cloudy water settle the sediment, At the bottom, the mistrust settles in my heart, As long as I am alive, I have this feeling, The feeling of pain that sowed, In my mind when I was too young.